The van glistened in the gorgeous Paradise (Nevada, Clark County) sunlight as it pulled up to 128 Cornmaker Drive.  The front driver's side had been making screeching noises lately and didn't hesitate to do so when the vehicle came to a halt.
"This is it."  Bridice Mann said as he put the gear shifter into park.  He pulled down his headphones, small black circular headphones with cushy padding, they were old, he had purchased them from a tag sale several weeks ago.  He took them off and reached over to the passenger seat to his leather satchel, which was worn down, aged, a few tools were poking from various pockets but the main top pocket was zipped up.  He grabbed the satchel and opened the drivers' side door.
It was a typical suburban block, if you were to look at the street from a birds perspective, 128 Cornmaker Drive would be at the northwest side of the circle shaped street.  The middle of the circle was a grass island, looked to be a park, there was a swing set with a slide, nothing else, fairly small.  The landscape of Cormaker Drive was interesting, the northwest side was raised on a hill, above the rest of the block, and there was at least a 25-foot slope that was visible in the park, down to the south side of the drive.  There was also a massive weeping willow tree in the front yard of 128 Cornmaker Drive,  with an old white fence surrounding it and the yard.
"Place looks like it would have roaches."  Bridice thought to himself standing in front of his white van, the van had the words written very simply on the side up high near the back, "Bridice Mann:  Roach Server".  
Bridice was old, looked to be in his mid to late 60's, with a thick grey beard and a receding hairline that was covered by a white baseball cap, some loose strands of hair jutting out here and there, and he wore rectangular spectacles.  His eyes looked deep and dark on first glance, but in the right light one could tell that they were blue.  He had wrinkles down his cheekbone, and bags under his eyes.  He fiddled with his glasses and took the two steps over the sidewalk from his van to the white fence.  He pushed some weeping willows out of his way while opening the gate, and walked in.  Bridice immediately looked up into the shadowy cave of the giant willow tree.  Heavenly light was seeping in through some branches, creeping like a mist.  The sidewalk through the tree was very old and cracked.  It was bumped up in one area, like a bubble shape, probably from a big root thought Bridice.  The sidewalk and the grass within the tree were quilted with ferns and things that shuffled and snapped when their resting place was disturbed.  He looked at the enormous tree trunk taking over the left side of the yard, then he looked over to the right side of the yard, more twigs, grass was brown from lack of sun, remnants of an old chair now broken with mold all over it, he saw what looked like the remnants of what was once a garden, now forgotten about, abandoned, the plants were all dead.  Beyond that Bridice looked through the willows, he could vaguely make out a car and a garage.  He pushed the willows out of the way again as he reached the front steps.  He walked up to the front porch and across it's wooden floor to the door.
KNOCK!KNOCK!
"Bridice Mann!  Roach Server!"  He heard a bit of shuffling inside and a faint voice.
"Oh, I'll just be a minute!"
Bridice set his satchel on the porch and turned around.  He put the side of his left hand up to his nose, catching some of his mustache hairs and breathed in through his nose while moving his hand up and down, feeling his mustache.  The rest of the fern tree (when facing the front door) was hanging and lying on the left side of the roof over the porch. Some ferns had fallen down onto the porch floor, there was a pile of them swept against the porch wall, there was a window completely curtained up behind it.
The door opened.  "Hello Hello!  Come in!"  Said an old woman's voice from behind the screen door.

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